Written on August 17, 2012 at 10:51 pm, by Scott
Written on August 10, 2012 at 8:30 am, by Scott
After I had been on bog walks with the handsome Harvard graduate, Paul Bragstad, the nebbish New Yorker, Mike Rewald and the famous flower photographer, Ian Forbes, Jim decided I was ready to do bog walks.
One frosty spring day Jim and I went off in the 16 foot aluminum boat loaded with the 070 Stihl saw, the yellow Gilchrist hand logging jack, peaveys, cables, ropes, pry bars and shovels. Some where south of the Lodge we beached and began the laborious process of borrowing large beautiful Douglas fir trees.
Most of the trees were close to the water and adroit falling by Jim would have them in the lake. Once floating, they were mine to tow home with a 25 horse power Johnson Sea Horse. However, sometimes to get them floating required hours of Egyptian slave style efforts.
Here, I was introduced to the B.C. coastal torture device: the Gilchrist hand logging jack. With this jack, I got to play Eratosthenes, the Greek mathematician who said given a lever long enough he could move the world. We rolled logs with the jack and put them in the water. Some logs were over six feet at the butt. Jim showed me how to operate the jack. From then on, he would tell me what to do as he sat there talking.